1. From the clouds comes your pouring, oh flute
And the hues of your morning sting more than thorns

2. Songs alight with the flavor of silence
Upon my lips that have frowned like the shutters

3. For the steeds of your ambition I saddle my voice
Yet the whinny of your steed echoes empty halls

4. The deserts will show you my mirages
And the candle of loyalty warm your night

5. I came to you from the blueness of oceans, a face
That consoles your call with selfless affection

6. In your palm the gulls of my verse swooned
The features of your sea tempt trespasses

7. The poem revives the page of your sorrow
And wretched is she who lowers her gaze!